Would these eyes lie to you?

I'm running very low on patience with you.

They're a biological need.

Wear a hat.

I don't feel like he always looks true to his genetics, but this one's all bully breed to me.



Proof that not all pit bulls are dangerous and angry. Some are grinny and stupid, carry around a stuffed koala that they have been expressly forbidden from playing with like a baby, and are scared of thunder, doorway thresholds, and the convertible top going up and down but will lie prostrate and bored in front of an approaching lawnmower. (Stupid, did I mention?)

I heart that wonky-eared mutt.

P.S. Check out those Italian greyhound gams! (One year later, it's as good a time as any to revisit this batshit amazing craziness.)

Remember when you were 11 going on 20, and your body was all arms and legs and metabolism, running furiously on 14 hours of sleep and three chili dogs and the energizing, screaming THRILL of dunking your dad in the water?

Time to let it all hang out.

Get yer float on.

The fact that I can't be a kid anymore kinda makes me want to have some.

Especially when they're this cool.

Before a long weekend.

I'm introducing a new concept on the Woodside, and it's called "brevity."

I miss it around here, but I don't have the time I need to really share the particulars of another fabulous night spent curled into a chair in my holey pants, watching Who's the Boss and eating cottage cheese straight from the carton.

So it'll be one a day, short and sweet.

Or in the case of this one, very short and very sweet.